Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction. [entitled] Sharpe's London journal. [entitled] Sharpe's London magazine, conducted by mrs. S.C. Hall, Volumes 30-31Anna Maria Hall |
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... death with the shoals of letters they send in , entreating me , by all the gods , to give their effusions a trial . Come in . " It was a man of steady , quiet demeanour - the stage - manager , to inquire who was to replace Madame Vertot ...
... death with the shoals of letters they send in , entreating me , by all the gods , to give their effusions a trial . Come in . " It was a man of steady , quiet demeanour - the stage - manager , to inquire who was to replace Madame Vertot ...
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... Death ( merciful Death ) do them part . What joy and merry- making in the halls of that demon who pre- sides over unequal marriages , as he beholds the sacrificial victim all tricked out with silk and jewels - the price of the sacrifice ...
... Death ( merciful Death ) do them part . What joy and merry- making in the halls of that demon who pre- sides over unequal marriages , as he beholds the sacrificial victim all tricked out with silk and jewels - the price of the sacrifice ...
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... Death , had committed suicide , but he had previously received a letter from him , beseeching him to redress this foul wrong , and do justice to the injured woman , whose life he had thus cruelly blighted . And now the burden rang in ...
... Death , had committed suicide , but he had previously received a letter from him , beseeching him to redress this foul wrong , and do justice to the injured woman , whose life he had thus cruelly blighted . And now the burden rang in ...
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... death in that calm peal , Which haply may my pardon seal ; While rest in my heart's core I feel , " Come , wearied , rest ; " ye scem to chime ; " c Dear Sabbath Bells . Forget for aye your sin and crime ; Repent ye , while there yet is ...
... death in that calm peal , Which haply may my pardon seal ; While rest in my heart's core I feel , " Come , wearied , rest ; " ye scem to chime ; " c Dear Sabbath Bells . Forget for aye your sin and crime ; Repent ye , while there yet is ...
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... death , let us turn and study the life . There is much more to be seen in winter than most of us have ever noticed . Though the pond beneath our feet keeps its stores of life chiefly below its level platform , yet the scattered tracks ...
... death , let us turn and study the life . There is much more to be seen in winter than most of us have ever noticed . Though the pond beneath our feet keeps its stores of life chiefly below its level platform , yet the scattered tracks ...
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Página 44 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold : Bring me my Arrows of desire : Bring me my Spear : O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.
Página 46 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Página 82 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Página 69 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Página 91 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Página 145 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Página 86 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand?
Página 86 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 82 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Página 145 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.